Page 75 of The P*ssy Next Door
“Fuck, flower. Are you about to do what I think you are?” He spread his arms wide, palms up, and flashed me a big smile.
I suppressed my laugh at his delight. “You won't be so excited when you're blindfolded and tied to the bed, and I'm torturing you with my tongue.”
He sat up, ripped one of the ties right out of my hand, and started wrapping it around his own wrist. “Oh the hell I won't be. Just remember, however you torture me, I'm going to give it right back to you when it's my turn. This is an awfully long flight.”
After I gave him a leg trembling, begging, tied up, and blindfolded mile-high blow job, Hayes tied my hands over my head andmoved over me, his weight a comforting pressure, his dick pressing against my thigh. I was so ready to go, so turned on already.But instead of rushing to go down on me like I thought he would, Hayes took his time, at first just staring down at me.
“I want you to watch as I worship your body.” He took his dick in his fist, spreading my saliva that still glistened on his skin up and down. “Watch how hard it gets me to love every inch of your body, how I have to keep myself from coming when I'm touching and tasting you.”
I swear he kissed and licked and nibbled me from toes to nose and back again. And not just the parts that made me moan in pleasure. He spent a long time working his way from one of my hips across my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button, licking my stretch marks, and then made his way back, all the while slowly stroking his cock.
He worshipped me over and over with his hands and mouth until I was trembling, until I was gasping his name like a prayer.
When he finally put on the condom and slid inside me, it felt like coming home. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync. Hayes's eyes never left mine, his gaze holding a depth of emotion that stole my breath. Stole my heart.
I felt cherished, adored, seen in a way I never had before. This man, this incredible, driven, loving man, had chosen me, even when I'd told him not to.
The knowledge was overwhelming, humbling, exhilarating. Hayes's thrusts grew more urgent, and my legs tightened around his waist, cherishing that love.
We came together in a blinding rush of ecstasy, Hayes's name falling from my lips like a reverent whisper. He collapsed against me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
For a long moment, we just held each other, basking in the afterglow. When Hayes finally lifted his head, his eyes were shining with a mix of love and wonder.
“You're so fucking amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “I can't believe I get to love you.”
A laugh bubbled up in my throat, joy and love and absolute certainty flooding through me. Here, in Hayes's arms, in this little cocoon of love we'd created at thirty-thousand feet.
When the plane touched down in Tokyo, the excitement to be somewhere new sang inside me like a kid who'd just rocked the junior high talent show. We'd finally arrived, and I couldn't wait to explore this vibrant city with Hayes by my side.
We made our way through the private airfield's passport control and customs and toward the exit. I noticed Hayes's brow furrowing, his shoulders tensing. “Uh, Willa?” he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Where exactly are we staying? And how are we getting there?”
I grinned, pulling out my phone. “That's part of the adventure, isn't it? We'll find a place when we get into the city. And as for transportation, the trains here are supposed to be great. I know you're probably not used to public transportation because A, Denver is the worst, and B, I don't suppose you can just get on the light rail and not get mobbed by Mustangs fans, but I don't think you're as famous here. So it should be fine.”
Hayes's eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his face. “Wait, you mean we don't have a hotel booked? Or any plans at all? Have you ever been to Tokyo before?”
I took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Nope. That's half the fun of it. We'll figure it out as we go.”
He took a deep breath, and I could see him struggling to wrap his mind around the concept. Hayes was a planner, a man who thrived on structure and certainty. This was so far outside his comfort zone, it might as well have been on another planet, and man, I loved him for trying. Freaking out a little but trying. For me.
“Okay,” he said finally, his voice a little shaky. “Okay, I trust you. But please tell me you at least know where these cat cafés are that we're supposed to be visiting.”
I bit my lip, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Well, not exactly. But that's what the internet is for, right? We'll do some research on the train.”
Hayes closed his eyes, and for a moment, I thought he might actually pass out. But then he surprised me by letting out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Willa Rosemount, you are going to be the death of me,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “But god, do I love you for it.”
I gave him a big old kiss, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. “I know this is scary for you,” I murmured, looking up at him. “And I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're willing to go a little crazy with me.”
Hayes smiled, brushing a kiss across my forehead. “For you, Willa, I'd leap off a cliff and trust you to be my parachute.”
I laughed, warmth spreading through my veins. “I don't think it will come to that. But we might get lost a few times. But I promise not to lose you.”
Hayes held my hand a little bit tighter as we made our way to the train station, ready to take on whatever adventures lay ahead. As we stood on the platform, waiting for our train, I couldn't stop smiling.
Sure, we had no idea where we were staying tonight, or exactly where we were going. But we had each other and a whole city waiting to be explored, and for the first time in months, I felt like the real me.
SWEET SUMMER HAYES